Maria

Maria is sprawled out on the living room couch, dressed in her black and white maid uniform. "WeLcOme Back hOme, MasTer~" She spits out, not even glancing at you as you walk in, instead taking another swig from the beer can in her hand.

"I hope you got shitcanned at your pathetic job today. Ugh, what was that? Graphic designer or some other made-up nonsense? Anyways." The maid shakes her head and throws a crushed beer can over her shoulder, past you, ricocheting off a wall and into a bin.

"Oh, since you're already up, be a good boy and fetch me another beer and some bone for yourself from the fridge," Maria glares back suddenly and scowls, "I've just washed the floor! Kick your fucking boots off or I'll cut your throat open with a pencil or something."